I've figured out the answer to that question! To die. Our little white silky hen that the girls named Mohawk died this week. For two days before she did the dirty deed, she would wander away from the other hens and walk up the driveway and out into the ditch on the other side of the road. Same place every time and so we just thought that she was getting anti-social for the winter. Turns out that she was sick 'cause yesterday Hubby went to the coop to find her keeled over on her side. Hopefully one of the new ones will take her place as a good layer because right now none of them are earning their keep..... no eggs for two months...don't tell me I have to bring in a rooster to keep them in line. Why should they need a man around??? All the boys do is eat, make a fuss, and poop. At least that is my theory, but maybe the hens get complacent without a man to impress. Does this smack of reality..... I sure hope not.
So what makes a person like me start a blog of my own. Is it just bored housewife syndrome? I sure hope not. Reading other blogs has given me an appreciation for what I like to read and who has informative and inspiring blogs. Is it the need to be on the bandwagon with everyone else... I sure hope not. I would hope that I have at least something interesting to say, but then I guess that is all dependent on what is going on in my life. I'm sure there are times in everyone's life that are dull beyond recognition. No one should blog during those times. There are very few of us who can keep up the hectic pace of jet setters and so we non jet setters blog about who knows what.... but maybe out there on some horizon someone will find something interesting in what I have to say and so I blog. It also kills some time, when I am bored, so maybe, just maybe it will help me to not develop dementia. Did I tell you about the dead chicken.... let me go back and find out.
City folk who read this will find it dull as the cotton at the top of a new bottle of vitamins because it is really about a different way of life than the cosmopolitan riches. No, we country folk take pleasure from a bottle of beets that we canned ourselves and a walk through the bush (Canadian word for outdoors) to find grouse feathers or colourful leaves. I came to the country quite by accident and suddenly found that to go back to the city was like wanting to pluck out my eyeballs and eat them. I like the fact that my nearest neighbour is close enough that I can get there in slippers if the house catches on fire but far enough that if I burp on my front deck they won't hear me. Besides if my chickens cross to the other side of the road to die, I don't want my neighbours wondering why there's a chicken in their front yard.
Country life has its benefits.... you can plant illegal crops and not have to worry about anyone finding out.... no not marijuana!
I was thinking Woad and Purple Loosestrife.... they are good natural dyeing plants....
Country life also allows you to have sex out of doors without being put into prison for exposing your bum. Try a hammock or a trampoline... city folk can't do that unless they are into getting caught.... but we won't go there.
Country life is earthy, slowed down, rich, and full of texture. The only necessity is a love for nature... If you don't like the smell of poo, if you wear shoes that cost more than $49.99, if you don't like getting wet, or if you don't like the wind, if you don't like the smell of hay, or rich freshly turned earth, if the sounds of birds get on your nerves including those pesky crows, if the sound of chickens crowing drives you nuts, if your outdoor furniture is the latest fashion and you didn't get at least one thing from the dump or the recycling bin then you are cosmopolitan and might faint if you saw a bear at your composter. You belong in the city. Go to the next blog because you will soon be thinking about your next pedicure. Dead chickens will bore you stiff, and anything else I have to say will render me Germaine Grearless.
I don't watch TV, except for Friday movie night in the winter. I think the reason that Alziemer's disease is on the rise is because North American society kills their brain cells each night by spending hours clicking their remote controls and trying to find some program that will interest them. Do yourself a favour... read a book or magazine, better still go out and try to identify a bird, a plant, or a star..... that is if you can see them.
No, Ye Olde Batt is just a country blog. If you are looking for the riches of fast paced reality, for conflict, or the latest in style, it won't be found here. Just remember that if you see a chicken crossing the road then you better be a country person because if your not, turn around and go back the way you came.... or at least click on your back arrow to get to your previous page.
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